Poem by Rumi By and large over time, pain turns to grief, grief turns to silence, and silence turns to lonesomeness, as vast and bottomless as the dark oceans... You think you cannot live anymore. You think that the light of your soul has been put out and that you will stay in the dark forever.... But when you are engulfed by such solid darkness, when you have both eyes closed to the world, a third eye opens in your heart..... No eye sees so clear and sharp as the eye of love.
روزها گر رفت گو رو باک نیست
تو بمان ای آن که چون تو پاک نیست